The story of The Aman Venice can only be told by the Count himself and is the story of the rise and fall of a nation called Venezia. Luxury is by all means something very personal. For no one the same, for most of us a valued good and a dream created in the mind of soemthing precious, such as time, or peace. Stepping off the boat I entered a place totally magical and encapturing. The entrance hall during the day dimly lit and sparsely furnished, the welcome very warm and discreet. The staircase to the second floor is a journey in time. The first room we entered had only a piano, a candle and vase with an amrillis and then I turn to the left and the golden Ballroom opens up to the Grand Canale and I was completely speechless.
The gardens behind the palazzo are prestenly kept and lead to a gate from where you have access to the busy Venetian streets. Each room has frescos on the ceiling or elaborate wooden beams, most bigger rooms have even a fireplace and the Comte would tell you that in the 19th century there where 86 people living in the palazzo. Only 6 of them were family members the rest were employed to care for their needs.
The display of vases throughout The Aman Venice is by an exceptional artist by the name of Massimo Micheluzzi. His timeless creations seem to fit perfectly into the architecture of the Aman and are a tribute to the Murano tradition in a new powerful and enchanting way.
Did I mention that I fell in love with Terrazzo, the flooring in most of the palazzi in Venice where small colored marble stones are set to cover the floors wall to wall. The most amazing thing is that they keep up against all odds, which is quite amazing considering that those houses are built on wood and do move in the course of time, often very obvious to the senses.
Venice did again surprise me. Every time of day any season, it is amazing to be a witness of its history.